Kweli

[Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh]
I been sitting on this gem for minute
1986. Fans been asking for the tape like O'dawg in menace

Soon I shall comply
Fighting status quo is being normal in the chi

So abnormally I hop on abnormal beats
Tryna escape normalcy inside of this quarantine

I ain't tryna be like everybody else
I been tryna find myself cause that's who I wanna be

So when these A&R tell me do it like he
And make radio hits. I'm like homie please

I'm quite displeased with these trash MC's
And the whole rap scene is getting too poppy

I done had cats tell me that I'm tryna be deep
Or done had dudes ask why you tryna be street?

When I never really talked about or advocated weed
And I never spit a verse not relevant to me

And the shit I done seen
So you calling me fake is that bitter energy and self-animosity

You got me bent like knees
Look at how I grew like Steve carrell in despicable me

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & Taylor Live]
Beats they hand me get bodied
Blows from the punch lines to ya ear feel like the trigger pull from a double barrel shotty

It's hella lodi dodi we don't bother nobody
But you should understand that the nature is naughty

And that's the way it is
That's the way it is

We gone make it and
I put that on my unborn Cole-Kweli

[Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]
I'm talking east coast jazz, to the west side bounce
To the down south bass, defines my whole sound

So don't confine my sound to this watered down
Trash they playing on the radio, or not even underground
Don't get me wrong see I love my city
Lifestyles of the windy live within me

Ain't much I see but the sights and the envy
And high gas prices keep your tank on empty

And bitches walk around with their attitudes sadity
And their trendy ass clothes and their swap meet fendi

Call me bitter, call me whatever, respect it
But can you blame me after being so neglected

In the city that I call home
All the not replied emails and dial tones

I'm just looking for some work to put myself on
Like I don't need no Bonita Applebum I can do this on my own

When I go harder than elders hollering at pre-teens
So dope you might fail your job drug pre-screen

Word is bond pass it on like baton
Cats don't wanna see me near a mic like LeBron

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & Taylor Live]
Cause the beats they gimme get bodied
Blows from the punch lines to ya ear feel like the trigger pull from a double barrel shotty

It's hella lodi dodi we don't bother nobody
But I you should understand that the nature is naughty

And that's the way it is
That's the way it is

We gone make it and
I put that on my unborn Cole-Kweli